The sun filtered softly through the shoji screen.
Birds chirped lazily outside.
And in Kenzou's bed, Ayaka stirred.
Naked. Marked. Filled.
His cum still leaked slowly from her swollen pussy — puddle pooling beneath her thighs.
Her belly felt warm. Her body was sore.
Her pussy twitched with the ghost of his cock still stretching her walls.
But she smiled.
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Kenzou stood shirtless in the kitchen, drinking from a teacup when she appeared —
still nude, wobbling a bit, her hand resting on the doorframe.
"…Morning."
He looked over, raising an eyebrow.
"You're walking again."
She smirked, stepping closer.
"Barely."
---
Ayaka wrapped her arms around him from behind, cheek pressing into his back.
"I dreamed of you again…"
Kenzou said nothing, just sipped his tea.
She tightened her arms.
"I dreamed we were married.
You fucked me every morning, came home every night.
Our baby kicked inside me. I moaned your name."
"…Ayaka."
She looked up.
"I want to be yours. Not just your toy."
---
He turned, pinning her against the kitchen wall with a kiss that took her breath away.
His hands slid down her body, cupping her ass, spreading her again.
"Then show me," he growled, voice low and hungry.
"Show me how my wife takes her husband's cock."
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She nodded eagerly.
He lifted her with ease and slammed her onto the kitchen counter, spreading her thighs wide.
Her pussy was already soaking.
"Still leaking," he murmured, guiding his cock to her entrance.
"Then refill me."
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He pushed in—slow but deep.
Her body shook.
"F-Fuck—yes—"
Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her legs locked around his waist.
He started thrusting — wet, slow, possessive strokes.
"I'll fuck you like a wife," he growled.
"But only if you moan like one."
"Ahhhn~ I'm yours, Kenzou-san—your wife—your womb!"
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He sped up, the counter creaking under their weight.
Her moans turned into pleading cries.
"Breed me again—fill me up—make me your pregnant housewife—!"
He kissed her hard as he slammed in one last time—
And came deep, cock pulsing as he flooded her womb again.
Ayaka gasped.
"…So hot… I feel it filling me…"
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He stayed inside her, breathing heavy, holding her face.
Her voice trembled.
"…Can I call you my husband from now on?"
Kenzou didn't answer.
He just kissed her again.